>You wake up early in the morning.
>The rays of sunshine peeking through the window.
>Your arms and legs wrapped around a fluffy little pony.
>She’s holding you close as well.
>You run one of your hands through her now frazzled mane, along her neck and back, savoring the feeling of her warm, soft, fluffy body.
>Eventually she stirs and nuzzles her face further into your chest.
>”Morning.”
>She says in a tired daze.
“Good morning.”
>You say in an equally sleepy matter.
>You both stay like this for a while, as you keep running your fingers through her fur.
>”Do we have anything to do today?”
“I suppose we were to clean up the house.”
>She lights up her horn for a brief moment.
>”All taken care of.”
>You bury your face in her silky mane.
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
>”I know.”
>You stay like this for another while.
>”Anything else we were supposed to do today?”
“I should service the car, I think. You wouldn’t happen to have another spell for that?”
>”Nope. I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’d need to see what that is first, before I can come up with a spell for it.”
>You take one of her hooves in your hand, feeling all of its details.
“Sounds like something fun we could do.”
>She simply hums happily to herself.
“Should we get up now?”
>”Just a minute longer.”
>You keep gently stroking her back as you lay in each other’s legs and arms.
>Finally she slowly sits up, rubbing her eyes with a hoof.
>”Let’s have some breakfast first.”
>You sit up as well.
“Sounds good to me.”
>You get dressed, walk downstairs to the kitchen and make some tomato, onion and cheese sandwiches for both of you.
>You both eat in silence, sitting across the table.
>She looks so cute with her frazzled mane and eating.
>Why do people even bother fussing over their hair? This is so much better.
>You both finish and you toss the plates in the sink.
>”So, servicing the car you said.”
>You groan.
“Yep, just let me get the tools and meet me outside.”
>You meet Starlight outside, as you’re dragging all the necessary items out of the garage.
>She’s wearing an adorable sweater.
>”So, what do we do?”
>You grab the jack.
“Alright, first we jack it up and put the axle stands underneath.”
>She levitates the front of the car up and shoves the stands underneath.
“Thanks.”
>She gives you a little grin.
>You crawl under the car and try to undo the sump plug.
“Piece of shit isn’t budging.”
>You continue cussing like a sailor.
>Starlight crawls under the car beside you and uses her magic to loosen the plug.
“I love you.”
>You unscrew the plug, wait for the old oil to piss out and replace the filter.
>Eventually, you screw the plug back in and Starlight lowers the car.
>”What now?”
“I’ll just replace the air filter real quick. After that, we’ll do the spark plugs.”
>She gives you a puzzled look.
>”Alright?”
>You replace the air filter and take the engine cover off. Of course you’ve disconnected the battery first.
>”I think I could figure out a spell to replace the oil and filters, without doing all this.”
“I’d greatly appreciate it. I always seem to loose a wrench or something while doing this.”
>You take out the coils, replace the plugs, put the coils back in and reconnect the battery.
“Easy as pie.”
>You say as you’re pouring the new oil in.
>Starlight gives you a deadpan look.
>”I can definitely figure out a spell to do all this.”
“But where would be the fun in that?”
>You start up the engine, walk around the car and notice some oil dripping out from under the car.
>Starlight lights up her horn and soon after, the oil stops dripping.
>”Uh huh.”
>You look away sheepishly.
“So anyway, what do we do now?”
>She shifts around.
>”We should probably go to the shop. Maybe get a bottle of good rum for tonight?”
>You match her devilish grin.
“Well then, what are you waiting for? Hop in!”
>You say, as you sit in the driver’s seat.
>Starlight swiftly climbs in the seat beside you.
>You lean over and kiss the top of her head.
“I can’t help but feel sometimes like we’re some odd abstraction of Bonnie and Clyde.”
>She leans back.
>”Whatever you say.”
>You’d punch the throttle, but unfortunately there isn’t enough space for that in your yard and it wouldn’t be good for the clutch anyway.
>As you drive along the country roads, you can’t help but feel a tad distracted by the mare beside you.
>Out of all the people, why would she pick some bloke like you?